30 Hours

This has been the longest 30 hours of my life. If you follow me on twitter or Facebook, you know what I'm referring to; if you don't here's the story. With pictures. 


Yesterday, we took a long family walk to enjoy the warm weather and when we got home, JP wanted to play with the neighbor kids across the street. Since we were outside in the front yard, we told him that would be fine, just be prepared to come home when we called. After running around with water guns and playing in the front, they darted into the back yard, where we assumed they were still playing with the water guns. About five minutes into their foray into the backyard, I heard it. I could hear my child screaming at the top of his lungs. From three houses down and across the street. I immediately gave Addison to my sister-in-law and ran across the street. When I got in the backyard, JP was laying on a trampoline, clutching his leg screaming. I scooped him up and started running back to the house- Patrick met me at the gate to the backyard and grabbed him. Once we got inside the house, we quickly realized this was not the normal "owie" and off we went to the Pediatric ER. 

After we received codeine. He was high as a kite on Christmas day.

Initially we were told it was probably a sprain, tear or strain and they would splint him and send up to the pediatrician for an MRI the next day. After (traumatic and painful) x-rays, they realized it was a break in the femur bone and we'd be staying overnight. After they splinted it and admitted us upstairs to the Children's Hospital, the pediatrician on call came to visit us and brought us information that pointed to his break being treated with a "hip spica" cast. (do yourself a favor and do not google it. It's so sad). This sent me into tears for the rest of the night. 

Still on the drugs. 

This morning we were greeted with our nurse notifying us that JP would be having surgery tomorrow and we would be seen by the Pediatric Orthopedic surgeon this afternoon to explain everything. However, after x-rays, CT scans, much worry and frantic prayer requests, we finally saw the surgeon, who immediately began wrapping JP's leg in a new BLUE permanent cast and explained that she was sending us home. We were shocked. And overwhelmed. 

He required every single stuffed animal he's ever owned to be brought to the hospital. I would have brought him Mickey Mouse all the way from Disney World if he requested it. 

We face a long road with lots of questions- there's a possibility of the growth plate being broken (but nothing showed up on x-ray and the only way to tell is with time and clinical visits), weekly ortho visits, physical therapy, and oh yeah, keeping a four year old entertained for four weeks since he can't go to school, walk or basically do anything. 

While I don't know a whole lot, I do know this- we are overwhelmed by the love and support and prayers we have received from our friends, families and complete strangers. I know, 100% that God heard every single prayer sent up on our behalf and it is by HIS divine intervention alone that JP went from surgery to immobilization for weeks, to being sent home today. Regardless of what happened though- my God is the same God He was yesterday before this happened. 

Our sweet friend Kayleigh came to visit us! 

We got flowers from our Aunt Taryn, Uncle Justin and Mr. Smitty, Ms. Aimee and Frank sent us flowers too! 

Thank you for every single text message, tweet, Facebook message, phone call, and visit that everyone made. We are blessed beyond what we deserve. Now pray that we can handle this for the next four weeks.

This was right after I told him that he couldn't straighten his leg for 28 sleeps. it's going to be a LONG 28 sleeps.